Quotes About Pain

We crafted everything that hurt us into art.

Why I write music? Because it hurts not to.

The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people.

A casual attitude toward human hurt and pain is the surest sign of educational failure.

Giving patients the information that they need—not necessarily the standard of care in 1964—goes a long way toward relieving the anxiety and fear that worsen pain. But what was impressive was the magnitude of the effect. The group with the extra discussion needed half the amount of pain medication that the control group needed.

Not all forms of abuse leave bruises.

When you can bring yourself to write about it one day, you will find it all less painful. It is a catharsis of sorts, but the process can be brutal. Don't do it until you're ready.

But they both knew that you could never run far enough or fast enough to get away from the pain completely. It was always waiting nearby

You said you like to write. . . . All you need are some couplets and a refrain. You just tell a story with words, about who screwed over whom, who broke whose heart, and how long they've been crying ever since. You know, just like real life.

le mal ne pouvait être endigué

gets aggressive with him. He's very hurt by the

you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better.

come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you did this time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it

Spring and Fall" …cannot be said to be about depression - but of course, to someone who is depressed, everything is about depression. …For some of us, the sadness running under the skin of things begins as a trickle and ends up a hemorrhage, staining everything.

to be awake is to be hauled back into a pained consciousness?

The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing. So that I'm letting go of the pain means I'm also letting go of the love.

No, thats not how it happened... Mr crepsley dropped. He was impaled on the stakes. He died. And it was awful... His cries as he writhed there, bleeding and dying, burning and screaming, will stay with me till I die. Maybe I'll even carry them with me after I go.

It is good to be taught humility when we are young. If we do not exeperience pain as children, we will cause pain as adults.

My eyes! I'm blind!

Do not be such a baby, he jeered, tugging my hands free. It hurts! I howled. Of course it does. He laughed. It hurt me too. Did you think becoming a vampire was easy? Get used to the pain. Much of it lies ahead.

As Jebel tried in vain to fall asleep, he became aware of a small clicking noise. He turned and looked at the woman. Her robe was raised above her knees and she was scratching at a wound on her thigh. She had worked her way through to the bone and was picking at it with her nails.

Nightmares. The world on fire. Running. Burning. Screaming. Calling for help. Everybody else on fire too. Jolt awake. Vampires around me. Nightmare still playing at the back of my mind. Convinced the cell's on fire. I try to break free. They hold me down. I curse them. Struggle. Pain gushes through me. Wince. Relax. Return to fire-plagued dreams.

It's like trying to hold on to a buttered pole, I grumbled. That's why you must grip harder. But it hurts. I'll cut my hands to shreds if I — Which would you rather? Vanez interrupted. Bloody hands or a stalagmite through your heart? That's a stupid question, I groaned.

I'm sure I could crack open my skull and scoop out enough of my brain to put myself out of my misery. It would be a gruesome way to die, but wouldn't it be better than shuffling around as a lost, tormented soul for the rest of my wretched years?